The dream
In last night's dream I traveled to our old family chalet up north. (Just outside of Gaylord, Michigan to be exact.) I took the trip with my roommate, The One from Spain, and was eager to show her the chalet... Which is somewhat odd because I've never been a fan of family trips to the chalet. I suppose I resented the fact my parents selected a chalet outside of Gaylord of all places rather than somewhere exciting. Anyway, in the dream I was very excited about the trip and was eager to reach the destination.
When my roommate and I arrived everything was as I had remembered it and I was thrilled to be deep in Michigan wilderness. Then I looked closer, noticing the forest had disappeared and our chalet that had once stood in the middle of nowhere was now a part of suburbia. Development had arrived. A golf course was in place, along with a ridiculous amount of new homes and fast food restaurants. I turned to my roommate, feeling a wave of disappointment because what was once a part of my childhood had been replaced and was simply no more (due to the vicious spread of globalization of course). I couldn't find the right words to express my sorrow. Then, an idea hit me and I suggested with optimism, "Well, maybe we can find a Starbucks."
From then on the dream was quite happy and we set out looking for the franchise coffee shop, something one simply couldn't find in the Gaylord of the 1980s/1990s. I woke up, smiling at the absurd nature of my dream. Now that I'm awake I can assure you: I don't prefer a world of sameness rather than a world of the unique. Also, even though I hated the family chalet I would never want to see its destruction. And the fact I can be completely shallow and superficial in my dreams? This matter is equally scary.
When my roommate and I arrived everything was as I had remembered it and I was thrilled to be deep in Michigan wilderness. Then I looked closer, noticing the forest had disappeared and our chalet that had once stood in the middle of nowhere was now a part of suburbia. Development had arrived. A golf course was in place, along with a ridiculous amount of new homes and fast food restaurants. I turned to my roommate, feeling a wave of disappointment because what was once a part of my childhood had been replaced and was simply no more (due to the vicious spread of globalization of course). I couldn't find the right words to express my sorrow. Then, an idea hit me and I suggested with optimism, "Well, maybe we can find a Starbucks."
From then on the dream was quite happy and we set out looking for the franchise coffee shop, something one simply couldn't find in the Gaylord of the 1980s/1990s. I woke up, smiling at the absurd nature of my dream. Now that I'm awake I can assure you: I don't prefer a world of sameness rather than a world of the unique. Also, even though I hated the family chalet I would never want to see its destruction. And the fact I can be completely shallow and superficial in my dreams? This matter is equally scary.
